Cold Fire

"Jim had worked so hard with the boy. I don't mean just on his English lessons, not just academically. Lary had opened up to him in a way he'd never been able to open to anyone else, and Jim had been counseling him with the help of Dr. Lansing, a psychologist who works part-time for the school district. Larry seemed to be coming around, struggling to understand his mother and himself and to some extent succeeding. Then one night, May fifteenth of last year-over fifteen months ago, though it's hard to believe it's been that long-Larry Kakonis took a gun from his father's collection, loaded it, put the barrel in his mouth. and fired one bullet up into his brain.”

Holly flinched as if struck. In fact she had been struck, though the blows — two of them-were not physical. She was jolted, first, by the thought of a thirteen-year-old committing suicide when the best of life lay ahead of him. A small problem could seem like a large one at that age, and a genuinely serious problem could seem catastrophic and hopeless. Holly felt a pang of grief for Larry Kakonis, and an undirected anger because the kid had not been given time enough to learn that all horrors can be dealt with and that, on balance, life offered far more joy than despair. But she was equally rattled by the date on which the boy had killed himself: May 15.

One year later, this past May 15, Jim Ironheart had performed his first miraculous rescue. Sam and Emily Newsome. Atlanta, Georgia. Saved from murder at the hands of a sociopathic holdup man named Norman Rink.

Holly could sit still no longer. She got up and joined Viola at the edge of the patio. They watched the squirrels.

"Jim blamed himself," Viola said.

"For Lary Kakonis? But he wasn't responsible.”

"He blamed himself anyway. That's how he is. But his reaction seemed excessive, even for Jim. After Larry's death, he lost interest in teaching. He stopped believing he could make a difference. He'd had so many successes, more than any teacher I've ever known, but that one failure was too much for him.”

Holly remembered the boldness with which Ironheart had scooped Billy Jenkins out of the path of the hurtling pickup truck. That certainly had not been a failure.

"He just sort of spiraled down into gloom," Viola said, "couldn't pull himself out of it.”

The man Holly had met in Portland had not seemed depressive.

Mysterious, yes, and self contained. But he'd had a good sense of humor, and he'd been quick to smile.

Viola took a sip of her lemonade. "Funny, it tastes too sour now.”

She set the glass down on the concrete near her feet and wiped her damp hand on her slacks. She started to speak again, hesitated, but finally said, "Then. he got a little strange.”

"Strange? In what way?" "Withdrawn. Quiet. He started taking martial-arts training. Tae Kwa Do. Lots of people are interested in that sort of thing, I guess, but it seemed so out of character for Jim.”

It didn't seem out of character for the Jim Ironheart that Holly knew.

Viola said, "It wasn't casual with him, either. Every day after school he went for a lesson at a place in Newport Beach. He became obsessive.

I worried about him. So in January, when he won the lottery, I was happy Six million dollars! That's such a good thing, such big luck, it seemed like it would have to turn his life around, bring him out of his depression.”

"But it didn't?" "No. He didn't seem all that surprised or pleased by it. He quit t, moved out of his apartment into a house. and pulled back even further from his friends." She turned to Holly and smiled. It was the first smile she had managed for a while. "That's why I was so excited when ya told me you were his sister, a sister he doesn't even know he has. maybe you can do for him what winning six million dollars couldn't The guilt over her deception suffused Holly again, bringing a hot blush to her face. She hoped Viola would mistake it for a blush of pleasure and excitement. "It would be wonderful if I could.”

"You can, I'm sure. He's alone, or feels that he is. That's part of his problem. With a sister, he won't be alone any more. Go see him today right now.”

Holly shook her head. "Soon. But not yet. I need to. build my confidence. You won't tell him about me, will you?" "Of course not, dear. You should have all the fun of telling him, an what a wonderful moment that'll be.”

Holly's smile felt like a pair of rigid plastic lips glued to her face, as fake as part of a Halloween costume.

A few minutes later, at the front door, as Holly was leaving, Viola put her hand on her arm and said, "I don't want to give you the wrong idea.it won't be easy lifting his spirits, getting him back on track. As long as I've known Jim, I've felt there's a sadness deep down in him, like a stain that won't come out, which isn't such a surprise, really, when you consider what happened to his parents-his being orphaned when he was only ten all of that.”

Holly nodded. "Thanks. You've been a real help.”